By the magic of the moment
Was my last sorrow deep enough,
Yesterday’s dinner sans ice cream?
There was not a bird winging up,
No hope borne by the speedy stream.
Yet in hollow sands bloomed an urge
Brought down from the sky by the wind;
The spirit’s cactus was all smile
Goldenesses each where to find.
In a haste has come tomorrow,
Forfeited glory to reclaim;
In the race set by the Ancient
Crossed is finish line in Time’s game.
That sorrow has deepened, deepened,
By the magic of the moment;
My self of grief is calm today
Gathering steadfast will’s intent.
Feast with cappuccino coffee
Is laid in the Hall of Splendour;
Chandeliers hung from the ceiling
Bring joys of a growing wonder.
29 May 2026
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The spirit’s cactus was all smile
Supramental Riches: Riches that are at the disposal of the supramental being and still unknown to man. — The Mother
A Cup of Cappuccino Coffee


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